[He wonders, vaguely, whether it was suicide or "suicide", complete with deliberate quotation marks, and then wonders if that's actually a thing in the mafia. One of these days he really ought to get to know proper mafia terminology instead of just relying on the Godfather, but not today.
That's him sealed up, then, and once again Polnareff brushes his fingers against his chest. That . . . hadn't really been so bad, though he's not going to make a habit of it. And now they have all the wood where they want it, so well done Sticky Fingers.]
[Sticky Fingers is still busy putting some of the boards back to their original lengths, but once the task is done, the Stand will disappear again.]
You have to make a significant contribution to Passione in order to move up to a rank like capo to prove your loyalty. [Bruno shrugs.] Where it comes from doesn't really matter and Polpo wasn't going to need it any longer, so I took it.
[Who could ever afford to become a capo, he almost asks, but of course: criminals. The whole point is to steal money. Well, not the whole point, especially under Giorno's reign, but this was before Don Giovanna.]
Lucky for you, huh.
[But he doesn't really mean it as an accusation-- just a remark, idly said.]
One of these days, maybe you could show me what all the ranks are. I know about . . . three, I think, and one of them is capo di tutti capi, which doesn't really count, because it's not a rank, it's the rank, so knowing it doesn't do me much good.
Of course. It's a fairly simple system once you get used to it. But you might be better off asking Giorno. I'm not actually sure how much he's restructured since he took over.
[Bruno has never really bothered to ask since, well, you know. He doesn't exactly fit into it beyond acting as consigliere here in Ruby City. But there's still likely a distinct difference between how Diavolo chose to run things and how Giorno chooses to run them now.]
I'll compare the two answers, get back to you, hm? You oughta know as well.
[He really doesn't, but there's no use going down that road, not on such a cheerful day. Polnareff nudges the pile of wood with one boot, nods, and then glances up at Bruno.]
C'mon. We felled four trees and I carried them, that's more than enough work for one day. At the very least, it deserves lunch.
[Bruno knows a diversion and distraction when he sees one, but he doesn't try to pull the conversation back in its previous direction. Although he doesn't see it from the perspective of not ruining the overall mood of their time spent together, Bruno doesn't see there being much to discuss when it comes to that particular topic anyway. So, he's happy to let the conversation pull away for Polnareff's sake and whatever his reasons might be for skirting around it. He smiles a little instead.]
Mm, well, since you carried them, I'll make lunch. But I have to warn you: I only cook Italian.
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[He wonders, vaguely, whether it was suicide or "suicide", complete with deliberate quotation marks, and then wonders if that's actually a thing in the mafia. One of these days he really ought to get to know proper mafia terminology instead of just relying on the Godfather, but not today.
That's him sealed up, then, and once again Polnareff brushes his fingers against his chest. That . . . hadn't really been so bad, though he's not going to make a habit of it. And now they have all the wood where they want it, so well done Sticky Fingers.]
And his six million?
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You have to make a significant contribution to Passione in order to move up to a rank like capo to prove your loyalty. [Bruno shrugs.] Where it comes from doesn't really matter and Polpo wasn't going to need it any longer, so I took it.
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Lucky for you, huh.
[But he doesn't really mean it as an accusation-- just a remark, idly said.]
One of these days, maybe you could show me what all the ranks are. I know about . . . three, I think, and one of them is capo di tutti capi, which doesn't really count, because it's not a rank, it's the rank, so knowing it doesn't do me much good.
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[Bruno has never really bothered to ask since, well, you know. He doesn't exactly fit into it beyond acting as consigliere here in Ruby City. But there's still likely a distinct difference between how Diavolo chose to run things and how Giorno chooses to run them now.]
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[He really doesn't, but there's no use going down that road, not on such a cheerful day. Polnareff nudges the pile of wood with one boot, nods, and then glances up at Bruno.]
C'mon. We felled four trees and I carried them, that's more than enough work for one day. At the very least, it deserves lunch.
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Mm, well, since you carried them, I'll make lunch. But I have to warn you: I only cook Italian.